Unpublished Lyrics 



and Other Verse 




Margaret Payne Gauss 

Rochester. New York 



Unpublished : Lyrics 



And Other Verse 




By 
Margaret Payne Gauss 



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CONTENTS 



THE LITTLE MISS IN MISSISSIPI 

m THE GOOD OLD DAYS OF YORE 

THE TEWAUKEN MAIDEN 

WHEN MY WIFE'S GONE TO THE CLUB 

IN THE OLD SHIP OF TIME 

THE HOUSE WHERE I WAS BORN 

HIS MOTHER WOULD NT LET HIM PLAY WITH ME 

WHEN THE EVENING SHADOWS FALL 

WHEN THE WHEEL WAS GOING AROUND 

ITS ALL ON ACCOUNT OF SOMEBODY 

SINCE I BECAME A MULTI-MILLIONAIRE 

MY GRANDPA WAS A MASON 



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Unpublished Lyrics 



The Little Miss in Mississippi 

Where the southern winds are blowing 

And the boats sail to the sea, 
Where the Mississippi's flowing, 

There's a miss that misses me; 
Time seems long, just like the river, 

She is lonely for she knows 
That I'll love her now forever, 

Just as long as the river flows. 

Little miss in Mississippi, 
Where the river meets the sea, 

Little miss in Mississippi 
She's the miss that misses me. 

Where the long, long river's flowing 

And the flow'rs are bright and fair. 
There's her home where I am going, 

She is waiting for me there; 
For the skies are bright above her 

Like the face I long to see. 
And the reason that I love her 

Is because she misses me. 

Little miss in Mississippi, 
Where the river meets the sea. 

Little miss in Mississippi, 
She's the miss that misses me. 



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In the Good Old Days of Yore 

There's a picture very dear in your memory so 
clear 
Of a school-house that was once your pride, 
Where you wandered thro' the meadow or along 
the dusty road, 
With your little barefoot sister at your side; 
And they made you learn a rule, in that little 
country school 
So thorough that you never will forget, 
There was genius in the classes that the teacher 
taught by rule. 
And methinks that I can hear him calling yet. 

One old school-mate carved your name in that 
little hall of fame 
With another on the wall so high, 
'Twas the one that gave you apples and who 
wrote within your book 
That his love for you would never, never die; 
And he took you on his sled, telling more than I 
have said. 
And he meant the lovely things he had to say. 
If you sent a little message when the teacher 
didn't look. 
He was sure to turn and gaze the other way. 



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You are meditating long, as you're humming this 
old song, 
The song about the good old days of yore, 
For you're dreaming of the happy time when life 
was like a rhyme, 
You are musing on the picture o 'er and o 'er ; 
The old school-house now is still, and it stands 
upon the hill, 
I passed there in sweet silence one sad day, 
And the windows all are broken and the roof is 
tumbling down. 
But a voice within that school-house seemed to 
say:— 

The golden days are the olden days 

In the good old days of yore. 
And life was merry before you knew 

What the future had in store ; 
You can sing an old song as you wander along, 

But you won't go back any more, 
To enjoy the charm of the olden days 

In the good old days of yore. 



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The Tew auk en Maiden 

In the land of old Dakota, and not far from 
Minnesota, 
Once there was a maiden who was singing all 
the day, 
And her name is in the sand of the old Tewauken 
land, 
Unless something on the prairie has worn it 
away. 

This is not an Indian maiden in the wild Tewauken 
land, 
And no camp fire was abuming as she sat there 
in the sand. 
But the horizontal prairie wasn't shady for the 
lady. 
And no trees-es for the breezes and her sweet 
song ceased; 
For no warrior came to get her, not a Chieftain 
even met her, 
For this little Yankee maiden came from way 
down east. 

She would blush when she was talkin', little queen 
of old Tewauken, 
Roses in her cheeks and many breezes made 
them brown, 
Living in a nice wigwam, on a claim of Uncle Sam, 
She was stylish, too, whenever she went off to 
town. 



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When My Wife's Gone to the Club 

There's a time when the day is over 

When trouble lingers afar, 
And I look o'er the evening papers 

And quietly take my cigar, 
And a pensive feeling comes o'er me, 

I'm only a lonely hub, 
For the children are sweetly sleeping, 

And my wife's gone to the club. 

When my wife's gone with the suffragettes, 

There is silence in the house instead, 
When the doings of a busy day are over 

And when the final word is sweetly said, 
There's one good chance when a man can muse 

On the happy days before he wed, 
And that's when his wife has gone to the club, 

And the kiddies have gone to bed. 

So I sit and muse in the fire-light, 

How calm is the evening air, 
And how sweet is the house of silence. 

No footstep is pounding the stair. 
But there's some one hovering o'er me, 

The one that I'll never forget, 
And says I "I must have been dreaming 

You sweet little suffragette." 

When ray wife's gone with the suffragettes, 

Then it's lonely in the house, I said. 
When the doings of a busy day are over, 

I want some one to hold my tired head. 
There's one good chance when a man can muse 

And appreciate the one he wed. 
And that's when his wife has gone to the club, 

And the kiddies have gone to bed. 



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In the Old Ship of Time 

There are many little havens 

In the voyages of life; 
Will you come and sit beside me 
And forget the care and strife; 
We'll pretend to one another 

Life is nothing but a rhyme, 
And stop sailing for a moment 

In the good old ship of time; 
There's a ship, a man, and maiden 

Where the peaceful waters run, 
On the sea of life they're sailing, 

And the story is just begiin. 

There's another ship a-sailing 

Where the breezes gently blow, 
And the children gaze and listen 

To the music soft and low; 
You can hear the little greetings 

And the voices in the night 
When another ship is passing 

Thro' the darkness, there is liofht; 
And one ship is always drifting. 

Ever since her course begun, 
There's one ashore, her days are o'er, 

And now the story is done. 

Sail on, old ships, keep sailing fast, 
Some far-off haven you'll find at last 

Awaits the dreams of the golden past. 

The dreams that are old and true; 

Never mind the olden fancies. 
And forget the old romances, 

I was winning sweeter chances 
When I was winning you. 



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The House Where I Was Born 

The wand'rer soon will leave the noisy city, 

And he's going to the house where he was bom, 
He wants the room that has the little window 

Where the sun is always shining in at mom ; 
He never had another place to slumber 

Where he dreamt so many happy hours away, 
To dream of building castles without number. 

In the morning keep on dreaming all the day. 

He'll listen to the early birds a-singing 

In the dawning of the morning bright and fair, 
He thinks there '11 be somebody there to wake him. 

Calling to him from the little winding stair ; 
It's when he seems to hear the river flowing, 

When he's lonesome and forsaken and forlorn, 
It's then he's telling folks he's going, going 

Over yonder to the house where he was bom. 

I wonder if they'll miss him when he's gone away 

Over yonder to the house where he was bom. 
The only home is best, the only place of rest, 

When a wanderer is weary and forlorn; 
I want to see the shadows fall around me there. 

And I want someone to call me in the mom, 
Methinks that I'll forget that I'm a wanderer. 

If I'm only in the house where I was bom. 



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His Mother Wouldn't Let Him Play 
With Me 

When I was only a little lad, 

A little lad, little lad, 

When I was only a little lad, 

What trouble I always had; 

The children wanted to play with me. 

To play with me, play with me, 

The children wanted to play with me, 

And none of them very bad; 

But when I found the one I liked 

That suited my fancy free. 

My mother told the same old story 

Over and over to me. 

Now you mustn't play with Johnny Green, 

And you mustn't play with Lou, 
You must keep away from Augustine, 

It will never, never do; 
You can play with Teddy's brother 

In a home of quality, 
When I went there Teddy's mother 

Wouldn't let him play with me. 



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I grew up to be an older lad, 

An older lad, older lad, 

I grew up to be an older lad, 

Some trouble I always had; 

I played with the girls on the violin. 

The violin, violin, 

I played with the girls on the violin, 

My story is very sad; 

For when I found the girl I liked. 

As pretty as she could be. 

My mother told the same old story 

Over and over to me. 

Now you mustn't play with Maisie-Ann, 

And you mustn't play with Sue, 
You must keep away from Daisy-Ann, 

It will never, never do; 
And she said that she would rather 

Have me play with sweet Marie, 
So I went there, but her father 

Scared the music out of me. 



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When the Evening Shadows Fall 

Said a little lad to his sweetheart true, 

(They were only just in play) ; 
I'm g-oing to put on my Indian suit 
And I'm going far away, 
And you must stay in the wigfwam here, 

A-keeping the camp fires bright, 
And be my true little Indian maid, 

For I'm going away to fight. 
And wait till the warrior comes back agfain, 

A braver lad, that's all. 
And I'll return to the Indian maid. 

When the evening shadows fall. 

When the evening shades are falling, 

When the heart begins to yearn. 
When you're looking thro' the shadows 

For a lover to return. 
Many other maids are waiting. 

If a maid would tell it all. 
Many maidens' hearts are broken 

When the evening shadows fall. 



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But the little lad is grown taller now, 

And he wears a suit of blue. 
The maid is older and fairer still, 

The same little sweetheart true. 
The same old lover is saying good-bye. 
When he's going off to fight. 
The soldier fights for his country now. 

In her letter he will write. 
"It won't be long till I'm back again, 

A braver man, that's all, 
After the battle is over, dear. 

When the evening shadows fall." 

When the evening shades are falling, 
V/hen the heart begins to yearn. 
When you're looking thro' the shadows 
For a lover to return. 
Many other maids are waiting, 
If a maid would tell it all, 
Many maidens' hearts are broken, 
When the evening shadows fall. 



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When the Wheel Was Going Around 

Way down by the mill, 

Just over the hill, 

There's a stream with a murrn'ring sound, 

I'll never forget 

One day that we met, 

When the wheel was going around. 

I've seen some nice little wheels since then, 

For I work at the wheel of time, 
I turn them over and over again 

When the action isn't sublime; 
You beautiful dream by the old mill-stream. 

That one little word that you said. 
It's wheels, wheels, nothing but wheels. 

And now I've got wheels in my head. 

'Twas only a glance, 

A little romance. 

It was only a murm'ring sound; 

And all that I heard 

Was one little word. 

For the wheel was going around. 

I've seen some nice little wheels since then, 

For I work at the wheel of time, 
I turn them over and over again 

When the action isn't sublime; 
You beautiful dream by the old mill-stream, 

That one little word tliat you said. 
It's wheels, wheels, nothing but wheels. 

And now I've got wheels in my head. 



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It's All on Account of Somebody 

One evening I called on my sweetheart, 

The moment I looked in her eyes 
I knew she was trea-ting me scornful, 

She looked so reserved and so wise, 
But I never asked her the reason, 

Nor called her any pet name, 
I was talking about the cool weather, 

But I thought to myself just the same. 

It's all on account of somebody, 

And you don't love me any more. 
It's all on acbount of somebody, 

I've thought of it often before; 
And I asked the girl no questions 

But I thought to myself just the same. 
It's all on account of somebody, 

Somebody else is to blame. 

Next evening she wrote me a letter, 

And what do you think the girl said; 
She said that our friendship was ended, 

She knew I loved someone instead. 
She's going to sail off in a steamboat. 

It made her feel awful sad, 
And she knew that she had a good reason. 

And this is the reason she had — 

It's all on account of somebody, 

I'm going to some far-away shore. 
It's all on account of somebody, 

You'll never see me any more; 
And I had no other sweetheart, 

But I thought to myself just the same, 
It's all on account of somebody,, 

'Cause life is a jealous game. 



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Since I Became a Multi-Millionaire 

In a bank where I was teller, once a lawyer said 
"Old 'feller' 
You've fallen heir to just a million pounds" 
And it seemed just like a caper when they put it 
in the paper 
So newsy, too, the little story sounds. 
All the people I was meeting- gave me such a 
hearty greeting. 
Some ladies in the very smartest gowns 
Very sweetly started smiling, so bewitching and 
beguiling, 
For 1 was heir to just a million pounds. 

For now since I'm a multi-millionaire, 

I'm the most congenial man you ever found, 
Many friends are very dear, life is like a picnic 
here, 
I'm the man that makes the merry-go-go-round; 
If the doctor says we need an ocean trip, 
Then we sail to Europe where the scenes are 
fair, 
You can cure all family ills, if you only pay the 
bills, 
But you have to be a multi-millionaire. 



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Once the meat we had on Sunday, was the meat 
we had on Monday, 
Because the cost of living was so high; 
If a dress was tight for Maisie, then we made it 
do for Daisy, 
Some planning, sure, for Isabel and I ; 
When the parson came a-calling, he said darkness 
kept a-falling 
No matter what the station or the rank, 
Life was never very sunny, I was always short of 
money 
When I was counting money for the bank. 

But now since I'm a multi-millionaire, 

I'm the most congenial man you ever found, 
Many friends are very dear, life is like a picnic 
here, 
I 'm the man that makes the merry-go-go-round ; 
If the doctor says we need an ocean trip, 
Then we sail to Europe where the scenes are 
fair. 
You can cure all family ills if you only pay the 
bills. 
But you have to be a multi-millionaire. 



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My Grandpa Was a Mason 

When I was but a little girl 
My grandpa said to me, 
Whenever he would smooth my hair 

And take me on his knee, 
"My dear, when you are older grown 

If trouble comes to you. 
Or if you're wandering alone 

And don't know what to do. 
Be always brave and earnest, dear, 
Tell people what is true, 
Your grandpa is a Mason, dear, 

And they'll take care of you." 

He wore the old Masonic pin 

Just where I laid my head 
Upon the collar of his coat. 

And this is what I said, 
"Please tell me what that letter means 
That big Masonic 'G'," 
He said it stood for grandpa. 

An honest man was he. 

Long years ago he went away 

And others, too, are gone, 
While I am left to live and fight 

Unheeded and alone. 
When life has deep realities, 

His face I seem to see. 
And many are the times in life 

His words came back to me ; 
They helped me more than many friends 

Or books I ever read, 
"My grandpa was a Mason true," 

Was all I ever said. 



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